she longed to go far into the fields and listen to the birds.I need the empty field around me and my legs pounding along roads. he’s always had a terrible weakness for beautiful things.she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes.one day he realised he was made of light.his trouble is that he falls in love with every pretty thing.he wanted to be extraordinary to possess a savage glitter.she’s dreaming of lace trimmed dresses and warm pink cheeks.getting drunk on honeyed water with berry stained lips.like artwork i could admire you forever.let me tell you about the birds and the bees the moon and the stars.everything has beauty but not everyone can see it.seduce me ravish me with your words and poems.to be written in ink is to be immortal.her aura is made of poetry, roses and galaxies.he was vulnerable to art and to the sky.there she was bathed in moonlight and silhouetted by stars.he craves the balm of beautiful and soft things.she has the moon in her mind that’s why stars spill off her lips.she had lavender in her hair and roses on her cheek.the addictions that were killing me faster are the ones i loved the most.oh baby you’ve made mistakes and drained the bottles.i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs.he spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed.his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them dealing drugs out of his pocket.you drink like you have something to forget.i used to smoke to get high now i smoke to stay sane. ![]()
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